Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
UT,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.